Dear Tony, drummer known for reasons obvious in a glance as “Whippet”, did you ever escape from Hartshead Moor services on the M62, where we (intolerant drunken bastards) left you in the middle of the night and a cotton jacket and a snowstorm, all because we imagined you were an utter twat? We are so…
Moving house, so orders may take longer until mid-February - mail me first if in doubt. Shop deliveries free on foot in Leeds LS1-8 & LS13. Dismiss